"He is probably the worst kind of customer" James said to the bartender, while finishing his drink. After a short pause, James turned around to have a look at the man, sitting in the back of the bar. The man looked unsympathetic, and the black coat added a mysterious feeling to his appearance.
What if he knows something about me? - He thought. The mere thought made him feel uncomfortable. I must be paranoid. He mumbled, so no one could hear it.
He ordered another drink to chase this train of thoughts away.